Some days, when I've worked hard on the business side of my business, I reward myself by playing. This is one of those days. Swans are poster-children for grace, when sitting on the water at least. The gentle arch to the neck begs for a reflection and I was in the right place at the right time (read: I sat and waited, waited for the swan to quietly glide into the frame I'd composed).

But patience is not a hardship on a warm summer's evening, surrounded by a beautiful wetland as it drifts into twilight, alive with birdlife both native and introduced. As William Wordsworth wrote:

"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things."